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"O.C."
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"O.C."
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Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G? The Gusto is comin' home with me Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G? The Gusto is comin' home with meYo, O.C., are you ready to win the G? The Gusto is comin' home with me Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G? The Gusto is comin' home with meComin' home with me, comin' home with me (Comin' home with me) Rrrahh!Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created? Who got celebrity, status and is still underrated? Who got them two glock nines that be black and nickel plated? And I'll blow a nigga's chest out to keep me motivatedMy peripheral, sees MC's that ain't nice with these So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies I got these niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like I knock your punk ass out, wake you up and I show youWhat I look like, who's that MC that thinks that he can fuck with F R E D D I E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe This shit is my job to let you niggaz know so don't take it personalWhen I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage Like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue tappin' on them pockets Puttin' tabs on your revenue, now, dig thisIt's mad, niggaz that be thinkin' they nice with they flow It's mad, niggaz that be frontin' like they holdin' some dough It's mad, niggaz that'll challenge me and after the show 'They Don't Wanna Be Players' no mo', like JoeNiggaz, try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta Fusion I'm smashin' with the simple shit I'm usin' Bashin' and bruisin', who's in charge? Bumpy Step up in my face I leave your forehead lumpyYo, O.C., are you ready to win the G? The Gusto is comin' home with me Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G? The Gusto is comin' home with meYo, O.C., are you ready to win the G? The Gusto is comin' home with me Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G? The Gusto is comin' home with meI bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame Platinum and gold plate don't hold no weight I be that prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker In his right mind steppin' in my cipher tryin' to take mineFrom West coast to East, I'm full-fledged Bust the science, niggaz better know the ledge O, see all, I G off, enemy I spot you Two rhymes to my one verse, you go firstYou tasteless, face it, I engrave my name in your scalp like Damien, out for world domination Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures I'm just out to make figuresWho holds the threshold to be the best I crunch niggaz with my gold teeth like vegetables Carnivorous deliverance, murder one nemesis Like a virgin, I snatch your innocenceTalkin' bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up Coca-Cola, a fission like soda While you say butter, I'ma say Mazola Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear Thug niggaz what? Blowin' up spots like a S C U DWin the G, win the G Win the G, rah!Who's that New York nigga? Left that be nice like B.I. G.I., niggaz can't see I, see why? You new poppin' niggaz and you crew hoppin' niggaz Step up in my face and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggazIf this bitch up in yo' heart, I'ma find it If you think I'm talkin' to you then just rewind it I got six shots behind this even with a vest on Ya yellin' because I aim for the melonI'm a felon and I bet you never been in a fight Kinda like you really, never said, "Shit on this mic" So, if I diss a nigga hustlin' that makes me a displayer And if you buy my record twice that makes you a two-payerAnd if your girl like Donna Karan that makes her a DK-er And 'cause I hate your punk ass that don't make you no playa Without this record business shit, you niggaz is broke as fuck Smokin' weed smokin' woolies while I smoke your luckAnd while your flow needs, medical aid I just appear on niggaz shit and I still get paid Now, where's my G nigga?What niggaz'll think, they made of steel and wanna play brave? Bitch, MC's will find theyself in the grave I make slaves of niggaz in ways never made Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a bladeIntense the moment like sex when I'm bonin' Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?I smite your ass quick fast like flash runnin' past your ass Niggaz'll end up with whiplash But for the moment, I'm zonin' any opponents I'ma cut it short right now because this rap shit we own itCome up off that cash nigga
Это интересно:Omar Credle (born in 1972 in Brooklyn, New York), known by his stage name, O.C., is an American rapper who has been involved with several renowned underground hip-hop groups and also released many solo albums.Credle was born in Brooklyn and raised in the Bushwick section. In 1991, he made his recording debut on Organized Konfusion's "Fudge Pudge" and one year later he made a featuring on the remix of MC Serch's "Back to the Grill" (which also features a very young Nasty Nas). By 1994, he had signed with Wild Pitch Records and recorded the seminal classic Word…Life which featured his most notable single "Time's Up". The album was critically... продолжение
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